Guilty Records

The bright eyes are like water, pouring into the heart like a gurgling spring. How gorgeous and hypocritical movements are intertwined, can't be hidden in such pure and bright eyes. Tang Zhibai's words have hints and temptations.

He has never been willing to directly talk to Louis about these current events. This is his timidity and avoidance. Facing such a pair of sincere eyes, it is difficult for ordinary people to lie.

But Louis Anjou is a villain who traded his soul to the devil, in other words, he is the devil, even his heart is cold.

Louis looked at each other calmly for a moment, then continued to taste breakfast, and said lightly: "These people gathered because of their anger. This is a backlog of several years, and it cannot be stopped and stopped, so it seems crazy for a while, but it can There are pushers behind the organization. Don't worry, Shaw Ben Norman has never been in touch with Lancaster, and those people have no place to vent his anger."

"But the Duke has handed over all the guards, isn't it very dangerous now? And my uncle's tomb has never been found. I am worried that the Duke has left his uncle's body in the manor... You know, it is very likely that he will go crazy. ? Do this, otherwise why can't even you find out the news."

"Xiaowei Ben Norman is a cunning old fox who has been dormant for many years. He is very smart. Otherwise, how could he have been decadent? The position is still stable, and that woman is too eager. She gathered all the military power around, but those soldiers Mostly because of the majesty of Salman or Norman over the past century, you can rest assured that even if the mob gets angry for a while, they will not be able to hurt him."

Seeing that the creamy potato soup on his dinner plate hadn't touched a mouthful, Louis looked at Tang Zhibai dissatisfied, accepted his newspaper, and handed him the milk on the table.

Tang Zhibai accepted the milk resentfully, and obediently drank a few mouthfuls. He had something on his mind, so his mouth was covered with white.

Holding his cup with his head down, he asked in a low voice: "The pusher behind him organizes such a riot, and now it's getting bigger and bigger. Isn't he afraid of being backlashed?"

Louis didn't care much, "It's just a bunch of rabble."

After getting the answer he wanted, Tang Zhibai didn't worry about it any more, he bowed his head and ate obediently. If he didn't take it seriously, Louis might get angry.

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At noon on May 5.The Queen came to the Royal Square in full dress, with colorful flags and flags flying, ministers and royal guards gathered to guard, and a large number of people rushed to the scene. Under the flashing lights of the newspaper, the Queen announced that Mary Roberts had committed a heinous crime and violated the 23 felonies of the law. His face has been stripped of his title and fief, and he is sent to the guillotine in the dark night for execution.

The queen's elegant and slightly magnetic voice reverberated in the square through radio waves, and she expressed her distress and sadness under the holy plumage and exquisite makeup.

Visiting the people facing each other to explain, touching and waving to the common people in a gentle and noble way, picking up the children and carefully asking about the current situation of life, always revealing care and kindness in the perfect smile, and conquering the people present with charm, this farce has lasted for several months, Finally the curtain falls.

It is the first time since ancient times that the king responded in person.

Although most people are not satisfied with the royal family's private executions, and there are many complaints and rumors, but for ordinary residents like them, the coercion from the Queen is an inborn instinct for thousands of years. , nor born lowly and humble, but a kind of instinct and cognition integrated into the flesh and blood. No one tells them what should and what should not be. Most people think? Yes, life is right.

People are born to live in the lies of others.

Lancaster Manor Underground? Jail.

The mud stained the rotten wooden piles, and the thick steel plates were used to fix them, making this huge and sickly hell under the ground, locked in countless miserable lives, it was dirty, filthy and filthy, and there was not even a water pipe. Well, on a rainy day, the ground is full of filth, and rats squeak and pass through the skirts of women, fleeing for their lives to high places. In the first few days, she screamed and resisted.

Now she has become a bit numb, her roles are reversed, and now Mary Roberts has become a prisoner in her own cage. The gorgeous gauze skirt is extremely dirty, and the makeup powder has fallen to reveal the yellow and dry face, like a cracked yellow mud. , with a lot of criss-cross wrinkles, she used to be a beauty lover who had to take care of it many times a day, but now she is sitting on the straw in a daze, in order to make herself more comfortable, she no longer dislikes it being dirty.

This small black room of a few square meters eats, drinks and sacks here? I don’t know what Morris has done. This woman looks a little demented, but she still maintains a bit of arrogance in her bones, and she is trying to lift herself up against the mud wall. high.

There was movement in the corridor, and the woman panicked in fright. She subconsciously thought of hiding somewhere, but there was no room to hide on the left or right. She grabbed the straw under her body and broke her unsightly nails, which almost sank into her flesh. She was so frightened. He stared at the iron gate with wide eyes.

The door opened, and the light from the candle torch came in. It was bright and dazzling. People who are used to living in the dark are uncomfortable. Close your eyes, and a tall body appeared at the door against the light, with a sense of rebellion and indifference, Shen De? Goosebumps arose, Mary Roberts crossed her arms and said hoarsely, "Is that you?"

Surprised, but contemptuously sure, Mary Roberts fixed her figure, raised her head full of arrogance, and said firmly, "I knew you would definitely come to see me." The voice sounded like eating a few handfuls of desert. The sand exposed in the sun is rough and convex, and it is no longer as crisp as before.

"You hate me." Mary Roberts gritted her teeth.

Louis was expressionless, looking down at her. Without any emotion, it was like judging the value of a piece of garbage or an item, calmly and ruthlessly weighing the two ends of the balance, trying to make the poisoned sharp blade beautiful and dangerous. .

The last time Louis Anjou broke in, she just glanced at him briefly. After more than ten years, Mary Roberts looked at him so carefully, and instantly realized that the person in front of her was no longer the place she used to be. The soulless shell in the lower room, the boy's vain and insensitive spiritual world has been developed and precipitated, and has evolved from an empty shell to indifference.

Men are too dangerous? Trials choke her? Mary Roberts hates it!

It's a humiliation of self-esteem. This person used to be the mud on the soles of her shoes and a mouse in the stinky ditch. Even if she turns over, she is still humble!

She's going crazy, self-sufficient people don't allow cheap people to trample on them, she's intolerable, she's screaming!

"Speak up! Little bastard!"

Not impetuous, calm and cruel, few men can match this kind of personality of a man, the little boy has grown up, and his facial features are unbelievably beautiful, even weird, but the coldness and danger surging around him are like The ferocious beast with hidden murderous intentions hides a bloody chill in its eyes. Under the influence of such a powerful temperament, no one will pay much attention to his appearance.

Anyone knows that she? Lost, lost? Thoroughly, lost her dignity and reason, and became a filth despised by thousands of people, even worse than shit.Mary Roberts knows this better than anyone else who has been in the ground for such a long time. Since she had to eat dead mice and cockroaches, she gave up the pride she should be proud of.

But the former lowly and cheap slave on the other side has recognized the reality physically, but still disagrees intellectually!

"Speak! Why don't you speak! Don't you want to kill me? You hate me, you absolutely hate me, I'm your enemy!" It was so hoarse? It was about to break, and it was as harsh and uncomfortable as fingernails on glass.

Why doesn't he speak?Do you think that you are already unworthy?Mary Roberts was going crazy, her eyes were chaotic, vicious and presumptuous, she started crawling from the ground like a ghost, and there was a smell of stench and sewage, she wanted to get close to Louis, this noble man.

A poor creature was wriggling on the floor, approaching gradually like a maggot in a toilet. It had long lost sight of its former beauty and magnificence. Just as it was about to touch Louis' trousers, Morris kicked it back to the wall.

Mary Roberts rolled and rolled in the black mud in a panic, and didn't stop until she hit the wall. Morris followed behind? Calmly? Pushing the mirror frame, calmly? The members have never been able to figure out how such a thin and handsome man could have such strange powers and perverted thoughts.

But Morris, no matter how indifferent his expression, could not hide the disgust in his eyes. He never liked to torture these nobles, just like a white pig with no taste and no dignity. The incontinence is in the pants and crotch. He has talked about everything. He has met many people like this, and he gradually loses interest in it.

Mary Roberts was dilapidated and collapsed at the foot of the wall like a broken doll. Her limbs were twisted. She was very weak. She had been in the dark room for an unknown amount of time. She ate cockroaches when she was hungry and licked the floor when she was thirsty. Dirty water, now I don't even have the strength to turn my head.

Louie looked at them like a poor worm, "I never felt that you were my opponent, stop kidding yourself."

She spat out blood in disgust and refused to admit it.

"Bah, you lied. Now you won, how you belittled me is all your own words, since the appearance of that bitch in Mosi Mountain, you have been born again? Freak, I tortured you, how dare you Say you don't hate me? Oh, but a bastard, you deserve to be treated like this."

"Moss Shan is your opponent, but I am not." Louis was so calm and cruel, "I just think? You are disgusting, no matter how glamorous the surface is, it is extremely disgusting."

Mary was surprised, "You only call her? Name, not even mother..."

Talking about her? Thinking of something, lying in the mud and laughing wildly, tears came out, but she was very weak, coughing up bloodshot eyes when she laughed wantonly, raised her head? Her haughty eyes were fierce, "You don't admit it! You are denying, you are denying your sordid past, your humble and messy birth, hahahahahaha...you are hiding, Louis Anjou, and you are also looking down on yourself!"

Looking at this crazy woman, Louis slightly frowned, "You think too much."

"Moss Mountain is not my mother, but? It's just a carrier that uses eggs to carry my life. I was born to live. Later, I realized that this was a waste of effort and wasted. She begged me to kill her Oh, this is what I gave her in return before I left." The corners of his mouth raised a sly smile, "I never avoid the past, Mary Roberts, you are the one who avoids the past woman."

"What do I have to avoid? I was born noble. I am the cousin of the Queen of England. I am the eldest daughter of the noble and holy Earl of the Roberts family. I have a fief since I was a child. I am beautiful, knowledgeable and talented. There are very few people who are worthy of me. There are many, many people who envy me. Those flattering faces have been disgusting since I was a child. My distinguished family background is something you maggots can't get in their entire lives. You say I avoid it?"

"What about Lancaster?"

Mary Roberts' eloquent expression froze, huge and terrifying? Her eyes stared at him, revealing the whites of her eyes, "What?"

"Where's the Duke of Lancaster? Why don't you talk about him? He's your husband, isn't he?" Louis is rare? Be patient.

After a while, Mary turned her head stubbornly, with disgust in her eyes, and she said in a firm voice, "There's so much nonsense bastard, you don't deserve to talk to me. Don't you want to kill me? Are you capable? You killed me!" , you are nothing but a gangster who is not well-established in the underworld, you killed my guards and servants, imprisoned me, and when the royal family finds out, you will all die?!"